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Feb 12th, 2006, 01:16 AM
*picks up the ironing board from the levitating man with the wrinkle-free pillow cases and bashes Matt Hardy over the head with it, then ties Dale up with his tie (get it?), grabs his cellphone, and makes a long distance call to Beijing, talking to some foreign chick about nothing really for four hours, lets the phone's battery die, and then places it back in Dale's pocket, before turning the lights out on him and Matt Hardy*
Now I am almost avenged! *superman-jump-flying away to collect the power up and win the game*
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